The second or third result yielded a "blog" (whatever that was) of a gal who had moved from the big city to the "isolated" country somewhere. I rolled my eyes, thought,"kwitcherbitchin'", and moved on to locate the object of my search. The "real" Pioneer Woman.
I didn't tell anyone about it. Didn't read all that much of it and didn't think of it again until last Saturday, when I got my birthday present.
I have always been the girl who bucked the trend. If someone said, "You have to..." I would say in my snotty little heart, "Do I?" I still haven't seen the movie, Titanic.
So I get way down in the middle of
Ree Drummond got the life I wanted. Ranch, cowboy, basset hound ( I don't want hers; I want my own.). I am from Oklahoma and I knew I wanted the dream life when Ree was in L.A. spending too much on shoes. She also happens to have collected on my current dream. Her little simple blog grew to the point that when she published her cookbook, her fans went out and made it a #1 bestseller. And demanded more.
Worst of all, I couldn't find a single thing to criticize about the book. It's great. I am a cookbook snob. I spent the entire weekend trying to find something to dislike. There was nothing*. It's like she wrote it for me. Thanks, Pioneer Woman.
*Nothing I wouldn't ask of every cookbook ever published. Is there a law requiring that every cookbook ever published include a recipe for artichoke dip? I mean it; I need to know.
Yeah, and no, I am not being paid for an endorsement. Or a review. Duh. There is just not really anyplace but the blog where you can say you love someone you want to hate (ya stalker) and someone somewhere will go, "I'm cool with that."